Watching Reruns

I look for change
As I peek out of the window
Sometimes with a prayer
Fingers crossed
Search for a star to wish upon
War, illness and destruction flood the news
As though it’s never happened before
Yet no one seems to understand
It’s never stopped since the beginning
From the time Cain picked up that stone
Not dropping it until his brother lay in the dust
Silent and still
And yet we continue on
Somehow thinking the results will be different